The station door is torn away by its hinges, and the windows were smashed. She looked around desperately then, turned back running in the direction from where she came. She is so flustered, she ran into a dense thorny shrub, which grew white flowers that look like roses. The shrubbery reaches a height of twenty feet, and the flowers are planted around the hedges. There is a group of tall trees, and there is a name signed at the bottom. A pleasant rose garden is on the northeast side and it has an abundance of seating.
Clover Patterson is a 28-year-old independent, trusting person. She has long brunette hair with blonde highlights in the front. Her eyes are brown and she has a kind smile. She is wearing knee length blue jean pants and a light pink long-sleeved tee shirt with socks and tennis shoes. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 123 pounds. She has a chow dog and her name is Blondie. Clover likes fish and chips for lunch, and she loves diet coke.
Clover did not stop running until she made it back home. She yelled out for her father, but he did not hear because he is at the back of the house tending to his gardening. Mr. Patterson is a distinguish man. He has salt and pepper hair, brown eyes with a pleasant smile. He is 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 136 pounds. He wears navy blue coveralls and black work shoes.
Clover and her father Thomas, live in a brick three-bedroom townhouse. He spends a lot of time in the courtyard. It is surrounded by a variety of flowers and bushes.
“Dad, something has happen!” Clover said trying to catch her breath.
“Slow down sweetheart, what’s the problem?” her father asked.
“Someone has broken into the service station, the door is torn off and the windows are broken.” Clover said.
“We must call the police, and head back over there,” replied her father.
Thomas owns the service station; he and Clover has been running it forever. He lost his wife to breast cancer a few years ago. The name of his service station is Lumet. Clover and her father arrived at the service station. It looks like someone kicked the door in, but why break the windows? Whoever it was, they damage the place badly.
“I do not know of anyone who would do a thing like this,” Mr. Patterson said.
The police arrived and came into the service station to look at the damage place. They stole several sets of tires, many cans of oil, and the very first dollar bill Mr. Patterson made. Glass was scattered at every turn. The cash register was torn off the counter and thrown against the wall. Luckily, the money was taken out the night before.
We walked to the back of the service station, and there a woman, lying on the floor unconscious, and bleeding from her left hand. It look like her thumb may is cut off. She had a big lump on the right side of her head. The officer immediately called an ambulance for this woman.
“What ever happen here, they hurt one of their own,” the officer said shaking his head.
Dad is sadden, all the years of building up his business, only for it to be ruin in one night. What a blessing mom is not here to see this. Help came for the injured woman. Maybe she could tell what happen when she regains consciousness.
Clover and her dad walked out of Lumet for the last time. Lumet was a part of their lives for as long as they could remember. She did not bother to ask him if he wanted to reopen, the worn out, exhausted look on his face said it all.
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